Any Chance We Could Ch. 47

Alyssa moaned with delight as Evie slowly rose up and down as she held the pleasure device in place between them. Each time she pushed down the dildo pushed further into her. When Evie rose, the shaft withdrew three to four inches. After about a dozen descents, Evie lowered her breasts unto Alyssa's. The dildo bent into a U. Evie shifted and moved around until her clit was right on top of Alyssa's, then softly ground their clits together.

Alyssa raised her head towards Evie's and plunged her tongue into her month. As they kissed Evie's hands grasped Alyssa's breasts and gently rolled her left nipple. Alyssa's hand gently played with Evie's breast before she slid her hand lower to grab the piece of the dildo that remained outside and pushed it against them. Alyssa's searching eyes looked up into her lover's as she pulled and pushed on the dildo, moving it in out of their pussies, imitating a thrusting motion. Their heated breath exhaled inches from each other as they rocked and drove each other toward a climax.

Their hips undulated and rocked together as they drove each other through their respective orgasms. After the first they continued but this time they kept pausing before moving again in their rhythmic dance, driving each other toward a stronger orgasm. Their fiery eyes remained locked on each other's as their second joined orgasm approached. Evie moaned her release no more than ten seconds before Alyssa announced hers with a wild scream.

When both women finished their orgasms Evie slid off her lover. She gently wiped her lover's sweat covered forehead and then kissed her lightly before she lay back again. After two minutes Alyssa turned on her side and her hand began to lightly explore the older woman's body. Evie's eyes closed to enjoy the sensations and pleasure Alyssa's fingers were providing. As time passed the exploration became more purposeful.

Alyssa started kissing and licking Evie's breasts as her hands continued to explore the older woman. As she did so, Alyssa became more excited and eager. While her tongue lightly played with the nipple ring that adorned her lover's left breast she wondered what it would be like to have a nipple ring or two of her own.

Evie stretched out languorously, spread her legs and without saying a word pointed to her pussy. Breathlessly Alyssa enthusiastically slipped between the spread thighs. Her eyes studied the swollen, hairless prize before her. Her lips were light brown and distended a quarter inch, with glimpses of her pinkish inner lips showing here and there. She found the sight to be highly erotic. Being aroused by a woman was a new experience. As little as two months ago she would never have admitted openly that she was curious about what it would be like to make love to a woman. She only had sex with Evie that first night because it was the consequence of her being able to fuck Dave.

On that first night something was triggered in her. The mild curiosity became a desire and now she enjoyed making love to another woman. Alyssa was so aroused that first time she came quickly. In the following days she looked at various women as potential sex partners. When she was alone, she did have a slight internal struggle with being with another woman. As the struggle concerned how the new desires would affect her, she decided that she would relax, go with the flow and embrace that she enjoyed being with a woman. She would not admit this yet to anyone, but she found Abigail and Samantha, to be exciting and wondered what it would like to be in their bed. Though they were twins there was something about Samantha that intrigued and stirred her more than Abigail.

Now as she lowered her head, Alyssa knew she was hugely sexually aroused by her lover. Her eyes were lustful and hungry, yet filled with love. She not only wanted sex with this woman, she wanted to make love to her. She was in love and desired nothing less than to express that love intimately and to bring her as much pleasure as possible.

Twenty-five minutes later as her head rested on Evie's breasts, though Alyssa was still a novice in making love to women, she had just finished giving her lover two body raking orgasms. In the process Alyssa too came once again on her lover's fingers.

As they cuddled, Alyssa looked up into her lover's face. Evie's fingers played with Alyssa's shoulder length blond hair, wiped a tear from Alyssa's eye, "What are you thinking about?"

"How much I enjoy being with you." Raising her head Alyssa continued, "I love you."

Alyssa crawled up further. Evie smiled at her, "I love you too my sweetheart. I want to make you happy."

They kissed before they sleepily held one other. Alyssa's eyes closed shortly sleep quickly overcame her. Evie's sleep came a little more slowly as her mind was still active. She had seen how this young vivacious woman looked at her husband. She strongly suspected the Alyssa's feelings were well beyond infatuation which is why she invited her to spend these two nights with her...rather than push her away and since Dave liked her, Evie reasoned it is better to keep her close in order to control as much as she could control. Besides she thought, she's a young woman who is fun to love and had the potential to be a glorious lover.

Evie took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Something had changed. Though she was not looking for love from this young playful blond, tonight that was what she found in her eyes. What concerned her was not the fear of creating heartache for Alyssa, but the thought of the young woman moving on and the pain Evie would experience when that time came. With tears in her eyes, she got up, blew out the candles and cuddled again against her lover. Evie had feelings for her. She saw only heartache ahead but she was comforted that it's time would not be today or tomorrow. With eyes still moist eventually she found sleep.

Around two-forty in the morning the young blond awoke. She noticed the candles were blown out, and now they were both covered with a sheet and comforter. Alyssa briefly wondered about climbing out of bed, dressing and going home. The thought was quickly dismissed. As she spooned against her lover's back, a small grin of contentment appeared on Alyssa's face. This is much better than sleeping alone, she thought. When her hand moved around to hold the older woman's breast, Evie moaned quietly and placed her hand over Alyssa's. Not long after Alyssa fell back into a peaceful rest with her face nestled against the brunette's hair.

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Ah, the second best part of our Friday nights was soon to begin. I was sitting leaning against the headboard drinking a bottle of Green Tea that Mary Claire had thoughtfully brought me. I was watching my future wives, both still nude standing in the walk-in closet contemplating what they would wear tonight. Ashley asked me if I was going to wear the usual tux tonight then suggested that she and Katrina would like it if I wore black pantyhose instead of boxers and socks. Mary Claire heard the request as she was delivered my tea and affirmed that she'd be in favor as well.

Lauren came in wearing a beige g-string holding two dresses on hangers and asked, "Okay handsome, pick one. I've narrowed it down to these two."

I choose the slightly shorter of the two, a bright blue semi-halter top with a slightly flaired skirt. She exaggeratedly wiggled her ass as she walked back to the spare bedroom. Mary Claire joined my wives in their selection process and asked if she could wear a stretchy fuchsia dress of Carol's and a pair of Veronica's black strappy high heeled sandals. Veronica walked out holding a black dress that I didn't recall seeing before. In the front the skirt hem was tapered from the bottom of the left side to about a third of the way up to the side seam on the right. The back hem was straight across.

Ashley said she was going to wear her sister's green dress. The one I'd photographed her in after our second Friday night at the club. Katrina stepped into the bedroom and asked if I minded if she wore pantyhose, her skirt was too short for garter hose. "Don't worry, I'll put on stockings as soon as we get home," she assured me.

Carol walked out of the closet holding a short gold dress that I assumed was some sort of stretchy material that would allow her to fit into it. It looked like it might even be too small for Cindy.

Katrina handed me a pair of black pantyhose and was holding a seamed beige pair in her other hand. "Turn, sit on the side of the bed and we can put our hose on together," she grinned.

I stood, took off my boxers and joined her. I remembered how Veronica had told me how to put these things on and proceeded to try again. Katrina was standing and making final adjustments and I had one leg above my knee and the other I was trying to smooth on my calf. "Jeez, Dad, what's taking you so long?" chided Katrina as she continued to watch me pull both sides to the middle of my thighs. She smiled as I made adjustments and then started to pull them the rest of the way up.

"They aren't exactly straight, but you'll get better with practice," she said with a wink. With that she knelt in front of me and began pulling the hose up and straightening them. "Probably would go smoother if you shaved your legs," she wryly observed.

"Yeah, just one more way to clog a drain," I remarked. "By the way, how's the shaving going?" I asked of any of my women who were listening.

Mary Claire interjected that she and Lauren were having laser hair removal treatments and that they were going very well. "I recommend that all of the rest of you get them. They're not uncomfortable and they're supposed to permanently remove hair," she explained.

"I think I'll continue having one of you shave my balls, I don't trust a laser there, but all of the rest can be lasered, that is if none of you object," I smiled as I stood and as Katrina finished adjusting my stockings after pulling them the rest of the way up.

She asked, "Up or down?"

"Pardon me," I replied.

"Do you want your cock pointed up or pointed down," grinned Katrina.

"Down, I think," I replied.

"Dad, as part of my duties I'll be more than happy to keep your balls cleanly shaved and I can check several times a day to make sure you aren't getting a five o'clock shadow," laughed Mary Claire as she fastened her stockings to her garter belt. "I'll be happy to do it every day too," Ashley exclaimed.

"There is no way I'm going to let either you take sole responsibility for that task," quipped Veronica in a playful tone. "I think I'll need to set a schedule for everyone to equally share in such an onerous task."

"And as you should as First Wife," my lovely redhead added. "And include me in the schedule too."

Ashley laughed, "First Wife, I like that title Mom." Looking from Veronica to Carol to Katrina and back to Veronica, and then to me she playfully added as she kissed me lightly as I finished putting on my pants, "I'll be third wife if you like."

"I think I better get out of here before I get hung," I replied as I headed towards the door.

From behind I heard multiple voices picking up on my poor choice of words. "He'll be hung hard tonight," "He's hung alright," and "I want you hung handsome."

At five to seven Veronica and I were in an intimate embrace with my hands on her nearly bare ass when the others came into the living room. Lauren tapped me on my shoulder, "Do you want to stay here for awhile, or do you want to join us?" She motioned with her head towards the window and the black stretch Expedition limousine.

As we broke our embrace Veronica said, "No we'll join you now. Handsome your ass feels different through your pants and the pantyhose, much tighter or something. I do miss your cock sticking straight out though."

Two hours later, after enjoying a wonderful dinner and a lots of touching under the tablecloth, Emerson walked to the bandstand. Taking the offered microphone he announced a special treat for tonight's dancing pleasure, two vocalists, ... the Davenport sisters. Looking to the entry door to the room he invited them to join him. On cue two women appeared from the foyer and walked across the floor to the band stand. One was about our daughters' age and the other was a bit older. Emerson introduced them as Melissa, motioning with his hand toward the younger one and her sister Claudia. The Davenports were dressed in same stylish fitted satin blouses, Claudia's was a bright blue that complimented her eyes, Melissa's was light beige complimenting her brown eyes. Both were wearing short black skirts and black high heel strappy sandals. They were about the same height and in their heels looked to be able to look Emerson directly in the eye. The five piece band began to play and after a few bars of musical introduction they began to sing. As patrons started to dance I sat back to enjoy the singing for two songs. I found their melodious voices to be so enchanting that I thought that with the right songs and promoter they could be recording artists.

When the women and I got up to dance, Katrina was the first one into my arms and said into my ear, "I had some classes with Melissa in high school. Claudia's her mother, not her sister, but boy does she look young." I had to agree, both had similar trim figures, probably full B-cup breasts that were appropriate for their figures, nicely rounded asses, and Claudia appeared to have a youthful complexion, belying her age which I assumed was close to Veronica's.

The mother-daughter team switched off to sing about every other number solo. Katrina approached Melissa during a song which Claudia was singing and they stood to the side talking. Their conversation was joined by Claudia as she finished her number and the band took over playing a set. I noticed that Katrina was making heavy eye contact with Claudia.

"Come on handsome, let's meet the pretty ladies," chuckled Veronica as she took my hand and we walked toward them.

Katrina introduced us as her parents and neither of the women said anything to indicate that they weren't sisters. As the music began Hazel touched the back of my neck and said, "Dance with me?"

"Of course," I said taking her in my arms. She then lowered my right hand so the back of it was firmly pushed against her breast. Tonight Hazel's dress was knee length, but her top was deeply scooped and displayed a generous amount of her breasts. Evidently it was a recent addition to her wardrobe. She was wearing patterned seamed stockings and pumps.

"Are you hard?" she asked. "I don't feel your usual cock pressure against my hip. Don't tell me that now that Emerson and I are about to share, you're not interested any more."

"Hazel, I'll always be interested in you. I've lusted after you since we met in college. I'm wearing pantyhose and that's kinda controlling my cock. When we sit down run your hand up my thigh and I'm there. Really, really there."

"Why pantyhose?" she asked tilting her head back a bit to look in my eyes.

"My women asked me to, and they are kind of a turn on."

"Do you always do what 'your women' ask?"

"Always. And by the way I'd like to consider you one of my 'women', so feel free to ask for anything you want," I smiled.

"You're serious aren't you? Anything?" she asked with a sly look on her face.

"Anything," I replied.

"If I asked you not to fuck me, would you try to talk me into changing my mind?" she grinned.

"Yes, but if you asked me to fuck you I'd for sure not try to change your mind," I laughed.

"Well, tomorrow may begin a new chapter in our lives together, so we'll see," smiled Hazel who lightly kissed my lips and backed away from me as the music ended and Mary Claire approached us.

After taking her in my arms and crushing her breasts against my chest she said, "Claudia has a nice voice don't you think?"

"They both do. Claudia's can be smoky like a chanteuse which is a great solo voice. Their duets are outstanding. In fact both of them have quite a range."

"I know them both. Claudia, Mrs. Davenport, teaches voice privately, has sung in various local productions as well as the Muny and her husband, Melissa's father, is the music department chair at Fontbonne University. They are quite good and do have exceptional ranges."

After dancing with the rest of my brood, Claudia approached me as Ashley backed away in search of Emerson. "Would, ... could, ... may I dance with you? I've noticed that you're quite good and never lack for a dance partner."

"Of course," I said with a smile. I extending my arms and she stepped into them and for the first twenty seconds held a bit back from me but then melted into me.

"I wasn't wrong, you are good. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I answered into her fragrant hair.

"Are you also related to Mary Claire? I know her mother and father from when I had her in a high school choir class. I subbed for their teacher when she was on an extended maternity leave. Are you an uncle?"

"No, Mary Claire moved in with us about six weeks ago because of her parents' travel schedules and considers our home now to be hers. So I, ... we, now have four daughters who live with us, actually two by blood plus Mary Claire and Cindy whom we treat as equals to Katrina and Ashley," I smiled.

"And your wife, the gorgeous blond, Veronica ... is it, doesn't mind?"

"No. Veronica and I will be married next Friday and Veronica's best friend since college Carol, the redheaded beauty dancing with Hazel, will be living with us as well."

"So, ... five, no six women will be living with you? Must be a big house?"

"It is, actually seven women, or will be when the renovations and additions are completed. My CPA, Lauren, the blond dancing with Mary Claire will live with us as well in a suite adjacent to the pool. Our household manager, Cheryl who's dancing with her son will be there every day too. So if you and Melissa ever feel the need to practice in front of an audience, feel free to drop by. Just call and let Cheryl know, she keeps our calendar."

"So your fiancée doesn't get jealous with that many beautiful women around the house?"

I took a few seconds to shape my answer before saying, "No, she doesn't. She has a big generous heart."

"But I would think that there would be, how should I say it..." she sincerely asked.

"That there would be a high sexual tension and a fear that I could stray," I finished for her. She nodded so I continued with, "It's great for both of us. My wife also likes to have other women around as much as I do. The sexual tension makes for extraordinary sex, ... for all of us."

She drew back her head and with a questioning look on her face quietly said, "Why would she like to..." Then she blushed, "Ohhh...I see."

"You have never?"

"Never!" she said almost too quickly. "But ... Melissa and I have become quite close since performing together." Her unspoken thoughts were maybe I protested too much, Melissa and I have enjoyed each other, but it's not socially condoned. Maybe this family is closer than I thought. Katrina certainly is an aggressive young woman and was dancing quite close to her father and the kisses they exchanged were not chaste, but lip to lip like mine and Melissa's

There was a growing silence so I asked as the song was coming to an end and to change subjects, "Question. Why did Emerson introduce you as sisters?"

"That's Melissa's idea. She says I look young enough, or maybe she looks old enough that we could be sisters. And admittedly for these type of things she does like to wear clothing and fixes her hair that make her look to be five or so years older and have me wear outfits and get my hair styled to make me look a little younger. I had her at eighteen and she's now twenty. Melissa was born the day before my birthday and our son, Doug, was born the day after my birthday three years later. I guess rigorous exercising and frequent sex also keeps me young. Oops, I didn't mean to offend you," Claudia laughed.